hibernating in a dragon's lair with the artifacts of a vampire slayer

illuminatingly dark and spiritually stellar

chained by the past in a lower-class cellar

crocodile tears facilitate mascara smears 

Graceful melancholy insists I dare not shed one

marinating in moist sheets past lovers fled from

with the unfertilized tomb our potential bled from

loitering in a cyber lobby with the last elevator to heaven

the final endeavor of an insatiable peasant

to whom the sound of birds chirping remains incessantly pleasant

 

Chastity Unique Smith

The Black High Priestess

 

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